In recent days, Mo Yunqi was also brimming with smiles, bustling about in a frenzy as if the task of marrying off her daughter filled her with joy.
"Xiao Yu, you will have three dresses for the occasion. What color shoes do you think would go well with the last one? Oh, right, the wedding cake is pink—won't it clash with your outfit?"
"Xiao Yu, what color sheets would you like for your wedding night?"
"Xiao Yu, your dad said he will give you a hundred million as part of your dowry, along with some real estate. Think about it, which properties would you want?"
This enthusiasm in preparation was in stark contrast to her previous sharp opposition.
This change made Chi Xiaoyu herself feel somewhat incredulous.
"Mom, are you no longer worried about my relationship with Gong Beiming?"
Mo Yunqi's face was all smiles as she laughed twice, "Not worried anymore!"
"Why? How did your views change so quickly?"